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Used to cry once, beyond the trance of feelings unassumed - used to feel bad.   I don't know what I feel now and I don't darken the room anymore.   Smokes don't fly like
  Rising from this hell Who’d want to see their past Yet my scars are all there to tell   Who could have guessed where I would dwell
If I sat down beside you would you be mad? It seems everything I do dissapoints you. I don't mean to make you cry, I don't mean to make you sad. But every litte thing I do, dissapoints you.  
Heavy breathing  Emotions seething  Mirror stumbling in the darkness  Chest and lungs heaving  Reflections causing pain so heartless Now crying, curled up and screaming    Panic   
Snap Well, it’s broken now Does anyone really want it now? Who would want a broken arrow? Useless That’s all it is
 The Feels are slowly seeping in. From deep within I feel them rising. Growing stronger by the moment, I wonder if I can fight them. I put on a grin and bear the day. I know that this is the only way.
I see a familiar looking girl,
Remember to believe in the sun when its not shining Remember when you think you cant, that its worth trying
I am left with no words when the mirror yells back   All of my faults.   All in one frame  
See it all began with a feeling a feeling of emptiness of loneliness and numbness a feeling we felt we could conquer we could beat but we couldn't it took over our lives like Rome did to Europe and just like Rome it came crumbling down.
I guess you can say we all have two personalities:   The one during the day, If we asked if we are happy,
If I was thinner, Would you like me? If I was taller, Would you like me?
Lips to the bottle The liquid burns down your throat Burns a hole in your stomach   The little girl accidently startles you She didn’t mean to, she really didn’t, As a bottle shatters against the wall
The Night arrived room, The flame lit up the glistening blade. Her towel fell from her body, on the ground it laid.   A drop of moisture from her hair, curved her upwards chest.
You tell me to raise my hand when I know the answer.  I have several answers for the things you want me to know. I know where Belgium is. I know why CO2 is a greenhouse gas. I know who the fifth president was.
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